For a minute, he doesn't bother to clear up the confusion. He likes the desperate sounds Tim makes, but the way he keeps going because he wants to make Bruce happy. He likes the weight of Tim's cock in his hand. He likes the way Tim tries to hold himself back when he's clearly close to the brink. Bruce could be cruel and tell him to stop, edge him close and leave him wanting. He could; Tim's given him the power to do so. But he decides the sight of Tim coming would be a better one.
So after a few lazy strokes, he kisses Tim's jaw again and says, "It's okay, Tim. Come for me."
It's an explosion out of Tim barely a few seconds after permission is
given. Tim had been holding his breath and he lets it all out in a huff as
he arches his body back. Holding his arms loose around Bruce's neck, he
thrusts two more times into Bruce's perfect hand and then comes. Thick
spatters of come against Bruce's chest, down the man's fingers, onto his
own body with how his cock is arched that way, twitching helplessly in the
rough texture of Bruce's grip. Tim doesn't shout, instead his lips are
merely parted and nothing really comes out except a sigh of gratitude.
The other men hadn't known what to do with Tim, how to give him what he
needed. The pain was fine, good even, but it's nothing compared to the
emotional toll being with Bruce takes on him. Like being wrung dry.
When it's over, Tim sags against Bruce, face buried against his shoulder as
he pants and tries to catch his breath.
Bruce braces a hand against Tim's back, holding him steady as he comes. And as he watches his boy come unraveled, Bruce knows he made the right choice. He's beautiful to watch, flush cheeks and sweat-drenched and Bruce watches while he's hitting that high and when he comes down from it after. He waits for Tim to go slack, then holds him close, like he's something precious.
They'd have to get up soon enough, but for now, Bruce just wants to hold Tim for a moment longer.
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So after a few lazy strokes, he kisses Tim's jaw again and says, "It's okay, Tim. Come for me."
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It's an explosion out of Tim barely a few seconds after permission is given. Tim had been holding his breath and he lets it all out in a huff as he arches his body back. Holding his arms loose around Bruce's neck, he thrusts two more times into Bruce's perfect hand and then comes. Thick spatters of come against Bruce's chest, down the man's fingers, onto his own body with how his cock is arched that way, twitching helplessly in the rough texture of Bruce's grip. Tim doesn't shout, instead his lips are merely parted and nothing really comes out except a sigh of gratitude.
The other men hadn't known what to do with Tim, how to give him what he needed. The pain was fine, good even, but it's nothing compared to the emotional toll being with Bruce takes on him. Like being wrung dry.
When it's over, Tim sags against Bruce, face buried against his shoulder as he pants and tries to catch his breath.
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They'd have to get up soon enough, but for now, Bruce just wants to hold Tim for a moment longer.
"Feeling better?"